“Gosh! Just look– how lovely.”

The girls stood on a low-lying shale cliff overlooking an emerald-green lake.

Vicky placed an arm around Becky’s shoulder. “It’s calling to me,” she whispered.

“Yes. Me too.”

“But it will be icy-y... ”

“Lovely,” Becky repeated. “I can’t wait. Let’s spend the whole week, right here.”

The girls were exploring an isolated corner of Gates National Park, the northern-most park in the United States and even though August was just waning, they could expect to see frost on the pine needles in the morning.

“We’ll set up the tent, over there,” Becky pointed, “in that grove of trees. We’ll wake up to the sound of the jays and squirrels squabbling over pine cones.”

“And, in each other’s arms,” Vicky added. “Let’s get started. I can’t wait for a swim.”

They had charted the de Havilland Twin Otter pontoon-plane and flown-in the day before. Landing on Galbraith Lake, they had waved goodbye and joked about their inquisitive, if not randy young pilot. A temporary camp was thrown together for the night. Then, that morning they had hiked twenty miles through a mountain canyon to find this unnamed lake.

The girls scrambled down a deer trail and slung backpacks to the ground. While Becky lay out the nylon tent, Vicky scouted for dry firewood. Tent pegs were driven into the soft soil, tent poles positioned and guy wires tightened. They crawled into the tent together and unrolled the double-sized sleeping bag they both shared.

Becky stretched out and crossed her ankles. “Mmm. Feels pretty nice. Wanna join me?”

“Tempting,” Vicky smiled, “but I’m all sweaty. Let’s swim first and try out the sleeping accommodations after.”

“You’ll just get all sweaty, Vic– all over again,” Becky warned.

“I’ll risk it,” Vicky laughed. “And anyway, the lake will still be there.”

“And the fish.”

Hand-in-hand the two girls, slipping and sliding on the shale, made their way down to a small pebble beach. Sharing smiles and giggles, they undressed each other, hanging jeans and woolen shirts on the bushes. Becky draped slender arms around Vicky’s waist and dragged rubbery breasts across her friend’s smaller, firm ones.

Vicky took a halted breath as her nipples flicked across Becky’s. Becky noticed. “They’re going to get a lot harder, once you get into that water.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be really cold. Ready?”

“I’m so over-heated,” Becky said with a wry smile, “that I’ll raise the temperature of that lake by at least ten degrees.”

“So you go first, then.” Vicky gently nudged her friend toward the shoreline. “I prefer a hot bath. You bring shampoo and towels?”

“Right here.” And Becky stepped into the water. “Holy shit!”

“Be brave,” Vicky called out from shore. “And let me know when you’ve got things warmed-up in there.”

Becky pulled a face, turned to show off a plump, heart-shaped bum, and did a shallow dive between the lily pads. She surfaced. “Oh Jesus. It steals your breath.”

“But it feels nice?”

“Fabulous. Get you ass in here and I’ll scrub your back.”

Vicky wasn’t as courageous and preferred to wade in slowly, all the while bent at the waist and splashing water on her shoulders, arms and neck. When she was almost thigh deep, she bobbed under, only to jump up immediately and chase back to the shoreline. “You lied, pecker-head. It’s not fabulous. It’s freezing.”

Becky moved to cut off Vicky’s escape. “I promised to heat things up for you.” And pulling her companion into her arms, she laughed and ran a hand between Vicky’s legs.

“Hey,” Vicky cried out in mock protest. And then squealed in delight as an icy finger entered between the winglets of her sex. “You ready to go back to the tent?”

“No,” Becky looked about at the surrounding forest, “let’s stay right here. Out in the open.”

“What?”

Becky reversed the direction of her hand and then slid her finger back into place, kneading the front of the vaginal cavity where she knew Vicky liked it best. “Yeah. Right here in the forest, under the wide blue sky, with the whole world watching.” She lifted her chin, her eyes glistening. “Well the squirrels, anyway...”

“But what if someone sees us?”

“Vic, we are three-hundred miles from the nearest settlement. I think we’ll be safe enough.”

“And we don’t have a blanket.”

“That’s okay. We’ll rinse off after.” Becky added a second finger, pressed in and circled Vicky’s perky clit with her thumb. “That nice?”

Vicky felt her knees turn to sawdust. “Okay, okay. I’m the sucker who fell in love with you– and will try anything because of it.”

“Good.” Becky hooked her fingers up and led Vicky across the pebbles, pulling her along by the backside of her pubis. “Now get down,” Becky ordered playfully, “and suck me off.”

Vicky nodded and lay on her back in the dirt. She reached up to grapple with the open thighs as Becky lowered her crotch to straddle her face. Becky’s vaginal lips were brimming and Vicky separated them with her fingertips and obediently curled her tongue up. Becky drained lavishly into her mouth.

Becky’s vag was throbbing. “Oh, that’s so-o good,” And she rotated her hips and ground down until she felt slick teeth burnishing her clitoris. She convulsed but kept on going. A fingertip touched her anus, stroking, the pressure building, and she lifted slightly and listened to the little slick-slick sounds of fingers flirting in the moisture that had gathered between her legs. There was a sudden thrust and she fell forward, her pussy quivering, and found she had Vicky’s plum under her mouth. Vicky, with her knees cocked now and her legs stretched wide to make room, arched her hips up– demanding of Becky’s attention. And Becky obliged with tongue, teeth and fingers.

Vicky gasped when she felt the coarse lick rake across her clit, then trembled to the insistent flicking. Becky wagged her tongue, side to side, across the breach then changed direction, swiping along the length of the slice. Two fingers barged in. Becky was tonguing and pounding so desperately Vicky could hardly contain herself. It was almost too much, too fast and she was about to tell Becky enough! when something caved inside her chest and the building urgency and anxiety gave way to a flood of delight and surrender. Becky’s tongue in her pussy was suddenly the most divine pleasure on earth.

Becky pulled out and rolled to the side, leaving Vicky panting and desperate. Vicky felt her loins decompress with an awesome release– the tension easing out along her limbs. “Oh God,” her voice was reduced to a breathy wilt. “You’re a-amazing.”

Becky could smell the girl-girl sweat mingled with Vicky’s succulence and chuckled. “You ever notice how everything tastes so much better in the great outdoors?”

Vicky cupped her vagina as if to hold in the goodness. “I feel sort of, I dunno– wild. Crazy-wild.”

“Yeah, gritty even.” Becky sucked on her fingers. “Doing it outside makes me feel like a dirty little girl. One my mother would gladly spank.” Her hand dropped and Vicky watched as Becky shamelessly rubbed her clit in ever-tightening circles, then faster, and gasping– she came up onto her knees, bum thrust into Vicky’s face.

It took no wild stretch of Vicky’s imagination to know what her partner wanted. And she moved in.

With thumbs, Vicky opened the crevice and ran her tongue across the burr of Becky’s anus, then sitting back, she slapped Becky across the proffered ass-cheek. Spying a willow branch, Vicky scooped it up. It was reedy, still green and resilient. Vicky flicked the tip across the closest orb. With a satisfying snap it raised a hasty welt, and standing, Vicky applied the stick to the opposite buttock.